I returned to the Blue Howl Pack the next morning, wearing silence like armor.

The woods behind me still echoed with the energy of the throne. Its light clung to my skin like invisible embers, and somewhere deep inside, I knew I had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone. I had stood between bloodlines. And I had been chosen.

Now I stood between two kingdoms.

Henry didn’t return with me. He stayed hidden, his presence lingering in the ache between my thighs and the heat that still ...